In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But

I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.